Title: Icha Icha Consequences
Chapter 2: Warning Labels
For a long moment, Tsunade simply stared at the two shinobi in front of her. She took in Iruka's new form, contemplating the implications.
"So let me get this straight. You two thought you'd use a very dangerous technique for some kinky sex, and failed to be responsible about the time limit, and now Iruka is stuck as a woman?"
"W-w-what? What do you mean time limit?" Iruka asked, his voice rising unnaturally high. Tsunade's eyes narrowed on Kakashi.
"Why didn't you warn him? This is serious, Hatake!" she roared. Kakashi held up his hands defensively.
"I didn't know it was the Mirror Jutsu! I thought it was just a normal henge—like Naruto's Sexy-no-Jutsu, or some such nonsense. I didn't uncover my Sharingan until he couldn't get it to dispel," Kakashi explained. Tsunade turned on Iruka.
"If you learned the jutsu from the library, surely you read the warnings first! To do otherwise would be highly irresponsible, especially considering your position! This is exactly the sort of rookie mistake you're teaching the children to avoid!"
Iruka's emotions were already on a roller coaster, and the harsh words pushed him over the limit. He turned his red face to the floor, nearly trembling he was so upset.
"I'm sorry, Tsunade-sama. I was in a rush to set everything up, and Anko told me about the jutsu last minute. I was stupid," Iruka admitted. Seeing Iruka so close to tears, no matter what body he was trapped in, just didn't sit well with Kakashi.
Feeling like an asshole for being initially angry instead of supportive, Kakashi gently slipped his arm around Iruka's tiny waist and let him dry his eyes against his vest. He gently kissed Iruka's forehead and rubbed soothing circles on his back.
"Everything is going to be okay, Iruka. We'll figure out a way to fix it," Kakashi comforted. Tsunade, however, just shook her head and sat heavily in her chair.
"That scroll is in the restricted area for a reason. It would be forbidden, except when used properly, it can be extremely useful and have no serious side effects. This, however, definitely falls into the realm of improper use—and it doesn't surprise me at all that it was Anko's idea to use it like this. I worry about that woman influencing small children..." Tsunade trailed off, distracted from the topic at hand.
At that moment, Shizune entered and looked startled to see Kakashi comforting an upset woman in such a manner. She considered herself a good friend of the kindly academy instructor whom she knew Kakashi was dating, so she wasted no time in pointing her finger accusingly at the big breasted bimbo draping herself all over Iruka's man.
"HEY! You have a boyfriend, you jerk!" Shizune accused. Iruka looked up in surprise and realized how the two of them standing together must look. The humor of the situation finally occurred to him. He wiped at his eyes, laughing at how ridiculous the situation had become.
"It's me, Shizune. Apparently I used the Mirror Jutsu improperly and was unaware there was a time limit on the transformation. Now, I'm stuck like this." Iruka explained. Shizune looked shocked for a moment, and then came forward to examine Iruka more closely. Tsunade circled her desk as well, patting the wood encouragingly.
"Take a seat, Iruka. Let us have a look at you," she said. Shyly, Iruka left the circle of Kakashi's arms reluctantly and perched on the edge of the desk. Tsunade poked and prodded at him seemingly at random.
"The reason there's a time limit is because this Jutsu starts on the outside, truly altering your appearance. There's only a small window of time, approximately a half hour, in which you can dispel the technique and revert back to your previous form. However, the longer you allow the technique to progress, the more you will change. After a certain point, nobody has been able to undo the change—that's why its use is restricted. I assume, after all the time that's passed, you're fully a woman now," Tsunade concluded. Iruka swallowed thickly.
"B-b-but...b-b-but..." Iruka trailed off weakly, his eyes turning to Kakashi pleadingly. His boyfriend looked equally helpless.
"Further more, there are reasons this jutsu isn't used any time a ninja would rather be the opposite sex. The transformation is unnatural, and it feeds on your body's chakra to maintain the change. You're going to feel yourself growing weaker. In a few more hours, your chakra will be completely funneled into the transformation—you will be no different from a civilian. In fact, you'll likely be even weaker. While occasionally ninja use this technique to drastically and permanently alter their appearance, say, to go into hiding, it means sacrificing their ability to be a ninja," Tsunade concluded.
There was nothing but shocked silence from both men, as realization sunk in. Iruka and Kakashi's eyes met, and for a long, long time nothing further was said. Finally, Kakashi asked the million dollar question.
"Can you reverse it, Tsunade-sama?"
Tsunade crossed her arms over her ample chest and scowled at Iruka's sexy new shape.
"It would be a challenge, though the research could be potentially very valuable. I hate to admit it, but jutsu reversal is not one of my areas of expertise. It's a shame Kabuto is working for Orochimaru. He'd have a much better understanding of this than I do."
"So...I'm going to be stuck like this? For how long? And I won't be a ninja?" Iruka verified. Tsunade sighed.
"Yes, Iruka. That's what I'm saying. No jutsu is truly irreversible. All these old jutsu can be tweaked and altered. It's an organic process. If we can't reverse it, then perhaps we can find another jutsu to counteract the change. Anything is possible, but I can't tell you how long it will take."
Iruka's mind was racing. "Why can't I just do the technique again, and this time turn back into a male?" Iruka asked. Tsunade was already shaking her head.
"This is a jutsu, not a genjutsu—you have to perform the technique yourself. Nobody else can perform it on you, and currently you don't have the chakra to do a simple dispel, much less a fairly draining technique."
Feeling tears threaten again, Iruka weakly and sloppily ran through some simple hand signs, but he knew it would be ineffective. Like Tsunade predicted, his body felt ridiculously weak. He was exhausted. The stress of the situation was settling over him, and Iruka felt lightheaded. He slid off the desk and staggered forward. His legs felt like soft ramen noodles. Was this what it felt like to have no chakra? Iruka reached for the desk to steady himself, but he missed and would have crashed to the floor if Kakashi hadn't reached him, catching him before he passed out. Kakashi easily lifted the shocked, blissfully unconscious man into his arms.
"The adjustment is going to be hard on him. For a few days, he'll be extremely weakened and likely sick," Tsunade explained.
"Poor Iruka-sensei," Shizune muttered. Tsunade shrugged.
"At least he wasn't transformed into some ugly old politician. That's typically how this is used—to impersonate important leaders, or to disguise oneself as someone unnoticeable to escape a bad situation."
"There are many words you could use to describe Iruka-sensei now, but 'unnoticeable' is definitely not one of them," Shizune remarked. Kakashi bristled at the appreciative and even lusty stares his unconscious boyfriend was getting from the two medics. He held Iruka a little more protectively, glaring at his admirers.
"Oh, come on, brat! Your boyfriend essentially transformed himself into a porn star! You better start getting used to everyone checking him out. Hell, Iruka-sensei was cute as a man, but can you imagine that blush and that fiery personality on a woman with that ass and those tits? Every male he knows is going to want a piece of that," Tsunade commented, unabashedly crude.
"I liked him how he was!" Kakashi replied defensively. "This isn't Iruka."
"Correction. That is Iruka. At least for now. I mean it, Kakashi. You've never really had competition as far as Iruka was concerned. There aren't a whole lot of men in the village that share your preference. But now...you need to look out for him. He can't defend himself, and he's going to be attracting a lot of unwanted attention. Take him home and let him rest. Have some food ready for him when he wakes up. Oh, and for god's sake, get him some decent clothes! That uniform is falling off him. Shizune and I will get started on it. I promise we'll do all we can," Tsunade said.
Iruka felt so light in his arms, and he was undeniably gorgeous, but it wasn't the Iruka Kakashi was accustomed to seeing. The elite ninja would have given anything for Iruka to be heavy and broad shouldered again, with the slender scar arching over the bridge of his nose. Sadly, Kakashi cradled Iruka a little more securely in his arms and returned home as quickly as possible.
When Iruka woke up, he was lying in the bed he shared with Kakashi, but his boyfriend was missing. He was sweaty and weak, and his stomach rolled with nausea.
"Kakashi?" Iruka called weakly, feeling his whole body begin to tremble. His boyfriend appeared in the doorway and was instantly at his bedside—just in time for Iruka to roll to his side and puke all over him.
Thankful his mask partially blocked the less than charming smell, Kakashi used the sheet to wipe up the accident and mop the worst of it off his vest. Iruka was crying and shaking, and in general, looking miserable.
"Okay, it's alright, Iruka. How about a hot bath? Do you feel like you're going to be sick again?" Kakashi asked. Iruka weakly shook his head, but he was still inexplicably cold, and the bath idea sounded heavenly. Iruka loved baths. Kakashi left to start the tub running, and then he returned, shirtless, to help Iruka undress. Iruka felt so weak he could barely lift his limbs. He'd had the flu once before, as a teenager, and this was exactly how that felt.
With some effort, Kakashi freed him of the sweaty clothes. Even colder, Iruka shivered helplessly as Kakashi carried him into the bathroom. Kakashi gently placed him in the hot, soapy water. A second later he had stripped off his pants and he slipped in behind Iruka, wrapping his arms around the body that was entirely too small and vulnerable.
Soothed by the hot water, Iruka's chills finally subsided and he closed his eyes, drifting asleep again and using Kakashi's firm chest as his pillow.
The next time he awoke, he was dressed in a new outfit. Simple white panties (more practical than the lacy ones he'd purchased for his Icha Icha costume) and a large T-shirt, which he recognized as one of Kakashi's old training shirts.
"Shizune stopped by and offered to go shopping for you, since I wouldn't have known what to buy. She bought you pajamas, but I know how you like to sleep in my old shirts," Kakashi explained, as he entered the room. Iruka felt a little stronger, but not by much. Thankfully, Kakashi carried a tray loaded with a hot bowl of soup and a little plate of crackers and cheese. As he set it on the bedside table, Iruka was overcome by a powerful wave of guilt.
"I'm sorry, Kakashi. I only wanted to do something special for you. I was so stupid!" Iruka berated. Kakashi instantly placed his hand on Iruka's cheek, softly stroking with his thumb.
"It's alright. We all make dumb mistakes from time to time, and at least you made yours while trying to do something really nice for me. Most people's dumb mistakes are selfish. Just worry about feeling better. Tsunade said the adjustment to the chakra loss will be hard on you for awhile."
Iruka nodded in understanding and gratefully accepted Kakashi's help with eating his dinner. The tomato soup tasted just right, and it reminded Iruka of when Kakashi used to do the cooking—back in the beginning of their relationship, when Iruka had been a mess in the kitchen.
"This is good. I miss you cooking for me," Iruka said sleepily, already feeling exhausted again. Just the effort of eating tired him out. Kakashi gave him a soft smile underneath his mask and set aside the empty bowl. Tugging the cloth covering his face down, Kakashi leaned over and gently kissed Iruka's dry lips. Iruka opened his eyes weakly, staring up at Kakashi questioningly.
"I love you, Iruka. Try to get some more rest. It's nearly the middle of the night now," Kakashi said.
"Sleep with me?" Iruka asked, not wanting Kakashi to return to whatever he'd been doing before Iruka woke up and called for him.
"Let me just clean up in the kitchen a bit and then I'll be back," Kakashi said as he stood. Iruka nodded and closed his eyes again. He was just drifting off into dreamland when he felt the other side of the bed dip and Kakashi's strong arms wrap around him comfortingly.
~*~
He was a G cup. Iruka was still feeling less than his best days later, but he was up and about. This included trying on his new wardrobe, and staring at his semi-permanent body in the mirror, more critically than he had when he'd been creating it. His breasts were comically huge on his chest. They looked good, of course. As a young male (at least in his head) Iruka could see that he was sinfully sexy, but the reality of such a body was far from ideal. For starters, his back was killing him, and Iruka didn't think it was due to the weakness associated with his change.
Iruka had only slept with one woman. She'd been a fellow teacher at the Academy when he first started. She was pretty, and nice, and she and Iruka had gotten along pretty well. For a time, Iruka even thought they would end up together. She'd left him, however, for another man about four months into dating. After that, Iruka had avoided women for awhile, and the next thing he knew he was on a diplomacy mission in Earth country, where a handsome, foreign, very male ninja wanted to show him just how diplomatic his village could be. Not long after returning from that mission, he'd been formally introduced to the man that would be Naruto's next sensei, and from the beginning, there was a connection between the two of them neither could deny. For Kakashi, Iruka had been his first male lover. While Iruka had made peace with the fact he'd never sleep with a woman again, sometimes he felt like Kakashi missed it. Instead of being bitter about it, Iruka had tried to think of a way to let him satisfy those urges without cheating on him. It should have been a perfect plan.
News of his condition had spread, and Kakashi warned him he was going to have some visitors today that he could no longer hold off. So, Iruka was up and had showered, and was attempting to dress himself, including putting on a bra. He twisted slightly, trying to see over his shoulder, but it was useless. Maybe it was easier for women that didn't have watermelons attached to their chest?
"Kakashi!" he called. A second later, the bathroom door opened. Iruka turned, his hands still awkwardly twisted behind himself. "I can't clasp it," Iruka said innocently, having no idea just how much the sight of him now turned Kakashi on. While he'd been so sick, Kakashi had kept it in his pants, but now that Iruka was up and flouncing about the house, all boobs and legs and long, silky hair, Kakashi was nearly undone. Staring at Iruka with his hair still wet from the shower, the silky pink bra just barely stretching over his impressive rack, naked and dripping from the waist down...
"Oomph!" Iruka grunted as he suddenly found himself tossed over Kakashi's shoulder. He was dropped onto the bed, and the bra slipped down his shoulders dangerously. Iruka blushed, realizing the dirty thoughts racing though Kakashi's brain. "Hey! I'm trying to get dressed!" Iruka protested, only to be thoroughly ignored. Kakashi had removed his mask and was nibbling and kissing along Iruka's soft neck. Kakashi's hands slid over Iruka's knees, gently trying to coax them open.
"I can't help it. You're so hot as Keiko!" Kakashi explained, licking kissing the sensitive spot behind Iruka's ear.
"K-kashi...I'm not....Keiko!" Iruka protested, pushing weakly against his boyfriend. God he missed his chakra! It wasn't that he'd stood much of a chance against Kakashi before, but now he was really at the perverted ninja's mercy.
"I know, Iruka, and I miss your beautiful cock and your adorable scar and your firm ass—I promise I do, but it's been days of you flouncing around half naked in this incredibly sexy body and I'm only human! I've jerked off to thinking about Keiko so many times, and now she's here wearing my damn shirts and those tiny little panties. Please, Iruka? Pretty please?"
"You're pathetic!" Iruka replied, but all the same he let his legs part. He knew of Kakashi's fondness for the character, and he couldn't even be that jealous since Kakashi had once said he thought she was what Iruka would look like had he been a female instead of a male.
Besides, there were plenty of times Iruka had jerked off to fantasy lovers other than his boyfriend, so he couldn't exactly get mad about it.
"Just remember that it takes me longer to...you know...when I'm like this. It's not our anniversary anymore, so the sex isn't just about you! A little foreplay would be nice...and I might still throw up on you." While Iruka lectured, Kakashi had freed Iruka of the constricting bra.
Kakashi buried his face in Iruka's huge boobs and somewhere amidst his nuzzling Iruka heard "You can puke on me anytime, Keiko."
Even though it lacked force, Iruka still swatted the back of Kakashi's head.
"You are such a gross pervert!"
Despite the stupid things that kept coming out of Kakashi's mouth, he was doing pretty nice things with his hands and tongue. All the nuzzling and gentle squeezing had made Iruka's nipples perk up, and they ached when they were not being stimulated. Iruka was accustomed to having an ass full of lube, but it was still disturbing when he began to feel the sudden wetness between his legs. Iruka thoroughly enjoyed oral sex as a man, and now the idea of it gave him a secret thrill.
He got a good hold on Kakashi's wild hair and none-too-subtly pushed him and his talented tongue downwards.
Kakashi playfully grinned up at him as he ignored the tugging and made a stop to lavish Iruka's belly button with attention. Iruka's head rolled backwards and he arched up his chest, wanting Kakashi to slow down and speed up all at the same time. Iruka's hands moved to his own neglected nipples, and he found what Kakashi had already discovered—they were kinda fun to play with. Just as he was roughly palming his aching breasts, Kakashi finally reached his destination and began to lick him slowly, teasing Iruka's throbbing clit.
"Get on with it, already!" Iruka demanded, spreading his legs wider, peering down but not able to see much through the valley of his breasts. He arched his hips upwards and finally Kakashi obliged him, closing his lips around the little nub and sucking gently. Iruka moaned, and felt the pressure begin to build inside himself. He was getting so wet, and he had the feeling he only rarely got during anal sex—that he was empty and needed to be filled.
"Kakashi, fuck me!" Iruka ordered, wanting to feel his boyfriend's hard cock inside him. With no need for lube, Kakashi was out of his pants and positioned at Iruka's entrance in record time. With a long moan, he slid in, lifting Iruka's slender leg up over his shoulder. Iruka let go of his breasts in favor of clenching his hands in the sheets, and the sight of his chest bouncing as Kakashi pounded into him drove them both over the edge. This time, they came together, and their breathing was so loud they almost missed the sound of knocking on the door.
"Fuck—that's probably the first of many visitors," Kakashi grumbled. He showed no signs of sliding out of Iruka, and for a moment, Iruka was thoroughly drained and couldn't even bother to speak. The knocking persisted, and grew obnoxiously loud. That could only be one person.
"Naruto must be back home from his training mission with Jiraiya-sama," Iruka realized.
"The kid can wait," Kakashi concluded, finally rolling to Iruka's side.
"Iruka-sensei? Are you okay?! I heard something really weird in the village and I'm worried about you!" Naruto shouted through the door.
"Tell him I'm still getting cleaned up and to give me a few minutes," Iruka ordered. Kakashi rolled his good eye but obeyed.
"He's cleaning up, kid. Come back later."
"Is he...still a man?" Naruto asked—loudly.
"God, now all the neighbors are going to know!" Iruka said, mortified. Kakashi snickered.
"Just come back in 20 minutes, Naruto!" Kakashi shouted back. From the other side of the door, they heard a new voice.
"Come on, brat. I told you if your Iruka-sensei really is stuck in the body of one of my characters, Kakashi's going to be keeping him busy," Jiraiya said, sending Iruka hiding under the covers his face was so red. Naruto's outraged protests could be heard even as Jiraiya dragged him off. Iruka weakly reached for a pillow and used the last bit of his strength to smack Kakashi with it.
"PERVERT!" he yelled.
Kakashi just laughed. "Now you need another shower," he added. Grumbling, Iruka rolled out of bed and angrily scooped his bra up off the ground. Kakashi watched him go, enjoying the view, when it dawned on him that he could stand to clean up a bit, too...
"Don't even think you're going to shower with me!" Iruka yelled harshly, shattering Kakashi's dreams into a million little pieces. He sighed forlornly, but cheered up quickly when he realized if Iruka let him play once, he could convince him to do it again. For the time that he had Keiko, he was going to enjoy her.
'Happy anniversary, indeed!' Kakashi thought to himself with a lazy grin.
~*~
This time, Iruka put the bra on backwards, and then rotated it around once it was fastened. His breasts were even perkier nestled within the triangles of silky fabric. Iruka realized if he tripped, it was very likely he'd give himself two black eyes.
"Stupid boobs—you're not worth the trouble!" Iruka hissed at the mirror. Still, his own hands moved up to cup them and they responded delightfully, the little peaks of his nipples hardening practically on contact. They were so much more sensitive now. "Fine. I'm not mad at you anymore, but you're killing my back."
Iruka pulled on his T-shirt next, pleased it was a little larger and didn't cling to him. Next was a modest pair of pink panties and loose fitting pajama pants. To get his hair out of his face, Iruka scooped it into his customary pony tail. The appeal of his body was undeniable, but he looked a little more respectable dressed in baggier clothes.
As he emerged from the bathroom (appreciating the fact that his breasts didn't bounce as much), Naruto and Jiraiya were back, and Kakashi was just letting them into the living room. When Iruka entered, they both stared. Iruka blushed, averting his from the twin lusty stares from two people he did not want lusty stares from.
When Iruka met their eyes again, blood was dribbling down both of their faces. Instantly, his temper ignited.
"PERVERTS! Naruto, it's me, IRUKA. You're like my little brother!" Iruka tried to reason, clasping a hand protectively over his chest. Naruto gaped for a few minutes longer and then wiped away his nosebleed with the sleeve of his jacket.
"You're really good, Iruka-sensei. Of course, I knew you were. Your Sexy-no-Jutsu clearly beats mine," Naruto praised. Nearby, Kakashi fumed and completed his impersonation of an unhappy little raincloud with tiny sparks of lightening chakra that crackled off his skin.
"Even dressed in such unflattering clothing, you are a vision, Keiko-chan, just as I imagined," Jiraiya praised. "But I'll have to see the breasts before I know for sure if you're accurate. Keiko has large, pale pink nipples despite being rather tan, and she keeps it natural, but she doesn't have much hair between her legs..."
"You're not seeing Iruka's boobs or pubes!" Kakashi finally yelled, moving to stand in front of him and block the lusty stares. Naruto snickered like a little boy viewing his first dirty magazine at hearing not one, but two naughty words spill from Kakashi's mouth. Finally, the orange-clad teen couldn't hold it anymore and laughed loudly, practically rolling around on the couch in glee. In what was becoming his signature move, Iruka grabbed the chair's cushion and easily sidestepped around Kakashi, bringing it down with all his might on Naruto's blond head.
"Shut up, you insensitive brat! This is NOT funny!" Iruka scolded.
"Ha ha ha ha—You've got boobs the size of cantaloupes! It so is funny! Wait till Sai sees you! And Kiba! He's gonna jizz his pants!"
Then events unfolded very quickly. Noting Iruka's close proximity, Jiraiya went for a boob grope, and Kakashi darted forwards to block the attack, but Iruka moved at the wrong moment and instead Kakashi barreled into him, sending Iruka sprawling onto Jiraiya's lap.
Iruka's eyes grew to the size of saucers when he realized what was poking him in the belly. While it was a total girly move, Iruka did the first thing that came to mind—he slapped Jiraiya across his cheek with all the force he could muster.
And Jiraiya promptly laughed and gave his hips a little roll, giving Iruka's ass a squeeze to complete his exploration.
"That's exactly what Keiko would have done!" he crowed in delight. Then, quite suddenly, the delightful little body was gone from his lap, and a much stronger fist impacted with his jaw.
"MINE," Kakashi growled possessively. Jiraiya, well-accustomed to taking punches from possessive boyfriends, angry fathers, and enraged brothers, merely rubbed at his jaw, still grinning lecherously.
"You did good, Iruka-chan. The ass feels just right, and the attitude is perfect. Hey! You could be in the next Icha Icha movie!"
For a minute, Kakashi looked excited, and then he remembered what happened to girls in the first Icha Icha movie. His threatening scowl returned.
Iruka, completely embarrassed, settled on the chair far across the room, regretting not having the good sense to remain in bed and let them stand in the doorway while he was hidden under a mound of blankets and sheets.
"If you two just came to gawk and make jokes, you can leave now. I don't feel well and this has been an upsetting experience. I'd hoped you would be a little more understanding, Naruto," Iruka scolded lightly. His favorite ex-student had the good sense to look a little sheepish.
"Don't worry, Iruka-sensei. The old lady will fix you up just fine, I bet! I won't tell Kiba or Sai about it if you don't want them trying to spy on you when you change," Naruto offered. Iruka felt his headache intensify.
"Thanks…I think. While I'm very glad to see you back in town, Naruto, I think I've had too much excitement for one morning. I'd like to lie down awhile. Maybe we can go for ramen later this week or something."
Naruto gave him a sweet grin. "Sure, Iruka, that sounds great!" Iruka had stood along with Naruto and Jiraiya, who both took the hint it was time to leave. Moving quickly, Naruto weaseled past Kakashi and firmly wrapped his arms around Iruka's waist in a hug. That alone wasn't so unusual—Naruto frequently hugged him, though not as often since he'd become a teenager. Happy for the show of support, Iruka returned the embrace and was about to give one of his best, reassuring big brother smiles, when he realized Naruto was dragging the hug out longer than necessary, and his cheek was doing an awful lot of nuzzling…
Suddenly, Naruto screeched and shot away from him, clenching his hands over his ass and revealing Kakashi crouched down with his hands in the last sign for a particularly painful, enema like attack.
"Okay! Okay! He's yours—I get it! You didn't have to use your gay butt rape jutsu on me!" Naruto growled, scowling both at Kakashi (who merely smirked happily) and Jiraiya (who was laughing heartily at his discomfort). Iruka just shook his head.
"I'm going to bed. I'd thank you both for stopping by, but I think you did more harm than good," Iruka chastised. Despite this rebuke, Naruto waved goodbye to him cheerily as he left, and Jiraiya winked in a way that could only be described as what rape would look like if it were a facial expression.
"No more visitors until you're normal," Kakashi said, as if deciding the matter. Iruka just rolled his eyes.
"You act like nobody ever checked me out as a guy. I'll have you know tons of cute girls hit on me all the time," Iruka replied. Kakashi grinned mischievously.
"As long as I can watch, you can have sex with all the cute girls you want right now. When you're a man again, it would be a different story," Kakashi teased.
Deciding his first mistake had probably been waking up that morning, Iruka gratefully blocked out his annoying boyfriend by crawling under the covers.
A/N: This chapter was fun to write. So what's the verdict? Do you want more chapters of Iruka stuck as a girl awkwardness, or are we ready to move to Iruka stuck as a pregnant man awkwardness? Let me know in a review, and whatever option gets the most votes is what direction I'll take it from here. Thanks for all the reviews last chapter!